Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mozambique and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.